Reincarnated As The Villainess's Best Friend

I grabbed Fumiko with my left arm, pulling her back from the table, while I reached out in front of me with my right.

But then, she let out a soft gasp.

I had caught the arrow mid-air, but not before its tip pierced beneath the right side of her chest.

I threw it aside, then, cushioning her head with my left arm, I quickly pulled us both to the ground.

"Ouch..." she winced, contorting her face.

My ribs flared with pain when I hit the ground, but I was much less concerned about myself.

I lifted Fumiko and examined the spot beneath her chest. Her blood had already soaked through her white robe, but the wound didn’t seem deep.

Another arrow flew overhead, lodging itself in the wall behind us.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

She winced again. "It’s not that bad. I’ll be fine."

With much effort, she sat upright and placed her right hand over the bleeding.

"Pass me the wine."